Perfect Skin

[Mooney]

Ravenstar

Ravenstar trekked through the high grass surrounding the Twoleg path. She had to get away from the stuffiness of her clan for awhile. She needed some time for herself. The ShadowClan responsibilities were suffocating at times, and walking around was the perfect way to release some frustration. The she cat could take it out on some necks… but murder was out of the question for now. She’d save her energy for when she really needed it.
She stopped at the edge of the path and sat down on the cool, damp earth. Ravenstar had her ears pricked, her claws unsheathed, and her nose in the air, just in case an intruder came along. If they happened across her territory, and weren’t a ShadowClan warrior, they would surely die. No, worse. They’d be left dying in a pool of their own blood, wishing for their demise. She’d make them beg for mercy….

[Rainsplatter]

The dark gray tom was fully aware of his surroundings. He stalked his way through his clan's territory. It was all too familiar. It seemed the whole place was dipped in ShadowClan's scent. The smell was absolutely awful to the outsiders but Rainsplatter was use to it by now. His light blue orbs scanned the landscape for any movements. He looked up at the night sky. Stars danced across the dark blue plane and for once he actually felt peaceful.

With the other clans around, no one would feel peaceful except those who let their guard down. A cat's scent swarmed his nostrils. Ravenstar. She was near somewhere but Rainsplatter couldn't quite detect where. The tom slowly padded through the long grass. Ravenstar? He searched for the black she-cat among the grass. Rainsplatter crouched, hoping to come across his leader. I don't want to end up with Ravenstar thinking I'm a intruder so I should find her first.